Promo: The Submissive Muse by Tiffany N. York

One man’s misfortune is another man’s destiny.
Elizabeth Wolfe’s husband, John, had been everything to her—protector, provider, administer of pain. Still devastated, one year after his death, she decides to take her own life, but her plan is interrupted when she discovers an unconscious stranger in her barn.
Devan Carthy and John Wolfe agreed to an arrangement before he died—Devan is to seek out Elizabeth, exactly one year from his death, and bring joy to her life again, in exchange for a sizeable sum of money.
What begins as a friendship between a grieving widow and a mercurial artist blossoms into love as Devan reawakens her desire for living. His erratic mood swings and her need for pleasure and pain threaten their relationship, but it’s John Wolfe’s hold over them that may ultimately tear them apart.
Publisher's Disclaimer: This dramatic love story contains graphic sexual scenes, as well as discipline. If either of these offend you, please do not buy the book.

A slow, sultry blues number filled the room. "Come here." His tone had turned suddenly serious.

She was no stranger to slow dancing, having danced with John at many formal events, so when he took her in his arms, they were able to move effortlessly together. She arched her back at one point, enjoying the feeling of fluidity in her body, and when she straightened up, he pulled her tightly to him, his warm breath tickling her neck. She kept her head next to his, breathing in his smell, a potent mix of soap and musk. With his beard against her cheek and his body pressed against hers, she became lost in the moment. Lost, when he gently ran his lips along her bare shoulder. Lost, when he murmured her name with desperate yearning in his voice. Lost, when he grew hard.

They barely moved to the music. Only their hips swayed, his erection straining against the seam of his pants, causing a hunger inside her that had been absent for so long. A hunger she thought she'd never feel again.

"Liz, look at me," he whispered.

When she did, he lowered his face to hers, their lips almost touching. He hesitated. And when she didn't move, he pressed his mouth to hers, softly at first, and then he deepened the kiss when he felt her respond.

A moan escaped her and before she knew it, her hands were tangled in his hair. Their tongues teased and stroked and begged each other for more until Elizabeth felt the sharp pinch of her necklace digging into her skin. A painful reminder of John. She broke the kiss and pushed him away, leaving him with a dazed expression.

"I can't do this. I'm sorry."

Taking the coward's way out, she left Devan standing alone and ran up the stairs to her bedroom. The last sound she heard was of shattering glass.

Tiffany N. York lives in Southern California with her spirited son, diva Chihuahua, an ever-changing number of cats, and two tone-deaf parakeets. She writes fiction to escape reality. Her two romantic comedies, The Accidental Cougar, and The Meatball Mistress are available on Amazon. The Submissive Muse, an erotic romance will be out July 14, 2017. Visit her on social media.